I dream of a woman,
Who is entirely mine.
Over whom I have no command,
Which makes me feel divine.
Just thinking about her makes me smile.
A woman, whose giggle makes my day sublime.
Hugging her from behind, is what I dream of,
While she is doing something that I can't even think of.
Her saree, her bangles,
Her beautiful hairs,
With fragrance in its tangles,
Oh dear God help me!
My heart has been strangled.
I never say that I love her,
But it is expressed in every way.
She receives and reciprocates it,
Sometimes with a delay.
Only to make me happier,
In moments that can drown a man.
She deserves a crown,
For me she is perfect.
Oh, what a wife I have!
I love you my dream woman.
But my woman is a dream still,
Will I ever get to be her man?
'Let us play tag,'
I wanted to ask her,
And then be chased by her,
Only to reverse the role,
And savour every moment,
Of every second that I chase her.
The laughs, the giggles, the never ending play,
This never ending dream, brings my heart to dismay.
Will I ever find this,
'Woman of my dreams'?
Chaste, childish and playful,
Filled with feminine glee.
Her aura so magical,
That an angel to me she be.
Am I in love with this woman?
Or is it the too good to be true dream?
A realist I will become soon,
But for now, hopeless dreaming it shall be.
